"Squeak... Chirping...... Chirp......"

One after another, the sound of birdsong wafted in from a window with three basses standing upright. Warm sunlight also fell on the haystack through the only small window in the house.

The boy who had fallen asleep woke up, and in his dimness he felt that the ghost weather had passed, for he felt very dry and warm all over his body.

"Oh, Aaron, you bastard has woken up at last!" a childish voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Aaron was startled, and his eyes snapped open, and he found himself lying on the haystack where he usually slept, while his playmate Gibson Jr. crouched to the side and waited for him.

Seeing the boy come to his senses, little Gibson excitedly swung his greasy fists and smashed them on little Allen's thighs, exclaiming, "Oh, I said man, do you know that I was terrible during the days you were missing. Besides, my father and I thought you had been abducted in the wilderness by those wicked wanderers!"

The fist that rained down on his leg made the little boy scream, and it was precisely because of this that little Gibson realized that he did not continue to smash.

Just when little Gibson was desperately trying to ask where Aaron had been during his disappearance, a voice that almost cracked his ears burst in: "Damn, Aaron, why aren't you dead yet...... "Then, the door was rudely kicked open with a foot, and a tall figure rushed in with a whirlwind.

"Ji... Daddy Gibson. As soon as Aaron heard the foul voice, he knew who was coming, and shouted in a low voice. He tried to stand up with the dry wood on the haystack. It's a pity that the weak and weak body doesn't listen to his own call at all.

"Hell, you lowly little bastard still dare to lie on it!" Gibson, who had already been reprimanded by the tavern owner Mr. Hakim because of the lack of manpower in the tavern kitchen due to Aaron's disappearance, was even more furious when he saw Aaron's attitude, and without saying a word, he picked up a piece of firewood and prepared to give some color to the boy.

Faced with all this, little Aaron closed his eyes helplessly and fearfully. This is not the first time, the second time, and even he doesn't know how many such indiscriminate beatings he has suffered since he was a child. The close playmate on the side also silently stepped aside at this time, because he knew his temper too well. Even if he stepped forward to stand up for Aaron, not only could he not stop the father who was tall and powerful, and the strength was many times greater than that of himself, and there was even a high possibility that the father would be regarded as a disobedient behavior, and he would be beaten up together.

"Smack...... Syllable... Smack..."

The intimate contact between the flesh and the sticks, and the muffled sound coming from the utility room, easily reached the tavern that was in business.

"Look, do you hear that? That drunken and gambling Gibson is being violent again. ”

"Oh, this bad gambler is a devil, how can he do this. ”

"Hey, the gambler and that little bastard aren't good things......"

"Haha, fuck it, come on, let's get on...... Oh, this wine is so strong! haha............"

The boy who had just woken up was swung by Gibson again and again, and soon passed out again. Little Gibson, who witnessed all this, was dripping with cold sweat on his forehead, and the fat on his face was trembling slightly. Finally, when he saw little Aaron fainting again in pain, he couldn't care much more.

He rushed over, threw himself on little Aaron, turned his head and yelled at his father, "Enough! Enough! Enough, Father, are you going to kill him?"

Gibson's obstruction was clearly futile. Old Gibson was only stunned for a moment by his sudden action, and his fiery red head, which had been filled with wine and fire, suddenly became blue, and the complexion above the neck turned from red to blue. He really didn't expect that the kid he gave birth to would help a bastard with a lowly status that can be described as an insult to him.

"You bastard, who do you think you are? How dare you talk to Lao Tzu like this! You! You... True... It's infuriating...... I'm ......" Old Gibson's throat was obviously choked with great anger, and he didn't know for a moment what to say to reprimand the damn disobedient boy in front of him.

"Damn, get out of the way right now!" old Gibson yelled at his son, and then added, "Do you understand what Lao Tzu says?" Otherwise, you're going to pay for your actions!"

Under Lao Tzu's angry roar, little Gibson did not choose to retreat as before, but bit his lower lip fiercely, and instead hugged his close playmate closer.

Yes, he knew that his father had been severely understaffed in the kitchen during the ten days that Aaron had been missing, and the owner of the tavern, Mr. Hakim, had reprimanded his father harshly in front of many old customers more than once. In addition, recently, Daddy's luck seems to have been not very smooth, Mr. Hakim's salary was stolen by a damn thief within a few days, several uncles who often gambled together for a little money actually scolded their dad for cheating in the game, Aunt Madonna next door came to the door every once in a while to collect debts, and finally shook out several romantic histories with his father, which was used as an after-dinner joke by the neighbors every day......

All of these moldy heads made my father's emotions fall to the critical point of anger outbursts. If he doesn't stand up, then Aaron's fate may end here. Gibson Jr. thought.

With angry eyes, old Gibson saw that his son did not back down in the slightest, and he still had the intention of desperately protecting the scumbag. Suddenly furious, old Gibson could no longer control his constant outpouring of anger. He decided to teach his son a hard lesson, at least, at least he would beat him half to death, so that when he was older in the future, he would not have no respect for Lao Tzu and no distinction between dignity and inferiority.

"Damn bastard, I won't give you something powerful today......" Old Gibson cursed in his mouth, and the firewood in his hand was already raised high and was about to smash down on little Gibson's back, when an inopportune voice interjected: "Stop!"

The voice was rapid and majestic, and it was clear that it was not coming from an ordinary civilian.

"Huh?" old Gibson was very dissatisfied with the voice that had broken himself to punish him, and he could even say that he was very disgusted and angry. He decided to fix the eyeless guy behind him first, and then go back to the two little bastards to teach them a lesson.

As he turned around, he shouted, "Damn it, which one is it...... Uh, yes... It's long... Sir!" Old Gibson's anger came to an abrupt end when he caught a glimpse of three swordsmen in leather armor and leather boots standing in the utility room. The chef's face and eyes were no longer filled with anger, but with shock and panic that was about to overflow.

"Hell, did that little bastard do something during his disappearance? Oh no, God of War...... Don't bother me, this damn bastard. Damn, how could I be so stupid to adopt him!" Old Gibson stood in fright, not daring to move, thinking wildly.

"You!" one of the soldiers shouted as he pointed at old Gibson, "throw away the weapon in your hand at once, do you want to attack the commander?"

"Ahh

"Hmm-" A soldier in the back looked like the chief of the three. He was obviously very pleased with the old Gibson's deferential and submissive attitude, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

The soldier who had just scolded the cook seemed to have a heart in mind with his commander, and instead of bothering old Gibson, he raised his voice and shouted: "You, and those two imps, assemble at Prague Square at once. With that, the three soldiers turned and left, ignoring Gibson and his son, and little Allen, who was unconscious.

The main streets of Salz City are crowded with people at the moment, and everyone's destination is surprisingly unanimous – Prague Square. The people of Salz whispered to their fellow travelers.